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Tongue-tied, trusting, and alone. The word she could change was alone.

Four tours in Iraq. Desert sand drove his thirst for wet kisses and the Texas two-step.

He took her hand. The music began. She believed in love at first sight.

Just like the other women who quenched his thirst.

Kavanaugh’s poetry, prose, and photographs have appeared in Wising Up Press, The Lindenwood Review, The Persimmon Tree, When Women Waken, Light-Journal, and others. Kavanaugh enjoys driving the scenic route between St. Pete, Florida, and the Off Campus Writers Workshop (OCWW) in Winnetka, Illinois, not far from home. When not writing, Kavanaugh fills the time by pondering slices of life or the surf on a beach. See more at kavanaughwrites.com or twitter.com/off_themap.

She has to have her cigarettes. Buys them with the baby food money. Buys a six-pack, too. She lights up; first drag is always the best. She drops it in the sand, crushes it. She chugs the beer, staggers, falls into the moonlit surf.

She gave the baby up today.

Kavanaugh’s poetry, prose, and photographs have appeared in Melancholy Hyperbole, When Women Waken, and Blotterature. She travels the scenic route between St. Pete, Florida and the Off Campus Writers Workshop (OCWW) in Winnetka, Illinois. When she’s not writing, she’s listening, picking up slices of life or shells on a beach.